User blog comment:Jadefang/The Subspace Emissary RPG/@comment-2110662-20101001025514

At the Battlefield Forretress...

Marth stands, gazing over the desolate ruins of his once proud forretress. Most of the people living here had died from the war of long ago, and the rest were finished off by diseases. But he had survived! Shielding his eyes from the sun with a hand, Marth spots a silver dot in the sky. "What is that strange thing...?"